I am tired of being angry and poor.
I can not blame Gail Wynand for wanting power
With power comes a voice
And the poor have no voice.
I’m gonna go all Howard Roark on your asses.
I have nothing I can say to you
But plenty to show you.
I am somebody
I am a force to be reckoned with
I deserve a voice
So sit up and listen
Stand up and take notice
I am more than the lint in my pocket
Or the holes in my shoes
Special thanks to Ayn Rand and her novel, The Fountainhead for inspiring this poem.
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